Yo Gotti - How We Roll lyrics

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Yo Gotti - How We Roll lyrics

[Intro: Sam Sneak] It's how we roll [Hook: Sam Sneak x2] Boats and hoes, money, cars and clothes Panamera's, Ferrari's, and Royce's is how we roll Young n***as is in control Real n***as will never fold [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yeah! We in control n***a! Everytime I pull up, b**hes they be like what up Pull up I put the top down, pull off I put the hood up Everything that I got now I got it because I stood up Ya'll s**as was not round and made the way I was brought up Cause I was always taught to just never fold I bought another Rolls I started from selling O's, now my bank account seven O's And there's two commas on it Riding, two llamas on it This purp like my pancakes, I put Aunt Jemima on it And I'm getting higher n***a, riding with Gotti n***a Two Phantoms, an Aston Martin, boy that's a Bugatti n***a In back of the Fisker, and I ain't mention the Rarri' n***a b**hes like 'Bari n***a, oh Boats and hoes, money, cars, and clothes Panamera's, Ferrari's, and Royce's is how we roll Soon as we hit the party it's choices on all these hoes We f**ing all of they b**hes, you n***as is getting old [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I'm standing on the couch like f** life p**y n***a playing games he can die tonight And we just pulled up in a million dollar worth of cars Million problems, thousand guns, just a couple dogs Just a couple real n***as I can ride for Black man's black 40 cal, black Tahoe Black driver, white Rolls Royce, real n***a, I'm the ho's choice Conversations with Meek about sh** we did in the streets How we f**ed with our dogs, how we planning to eat Bricked the rapper on the beat, hundred k in a week Its CMG, MMG, everybody else enemy f** boats and hoes, Cuban links in gold The game done got cold, I know real n***as who told Since that the role that they chose (f** em!) Send them hittas up to their door (murder) [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Betrayl] I ain't dead but I'm the president Money green, dutch for the medicine Bogota going through the Mexicans Switch it up, up to the nose it's h**n An epidemic, Fall River walking dead again The city on fire, we let it burn Smoke got the BM-Dubb moving like a hovercraft Off the highway and she trafficking Marilyn Monroe Front door she pa**ing it (let me get that) Cause most times the corners are a gold mine Out the hood now we shooting for the coast line Boats and hoes, below deck with them bricks n***a Cause you can keep that other sh** with ya [Outro: Betrayl] Ace Diamond We back n***a f**ing with that other sh** It's New B

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